the baby lived
and went to
linger with a sister
a velvet ghost of a child
blushing with secret fevers
salty lips, never a smile
no magic kisses to awaken to
bleeding night stars and smoke
——
for
The Elusive Trope
Specks and Fragments
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
Sad and heart-wrenching
bravo for finding that in the tiles-
Thanks!
Haunting poem.
Thanks! It’s no Masterpiece Theatre, but…
Hahaha. Actually it might be–one of those Victorian Gothic tales.
the early years of a drunk poet…maybe 😉
True. I hadn’t leaned into it that way, but I can see that. Originally I had the baby being poisoned by its mother, but that reversed in my head. Author and victim of its own misfortune.
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